A Picnic Party(standerd)

                                  .....A PICNIC PARTY.....
A picnic can be defined as an outing for joy. In the busy routine life, man has no time to spend in the company of nature. People works the whole day. They take no interest in the forms of beauty. In this sorry state of affairs, an outing is necessary to make life enjoyable. After such an activity, we find a new zeal in everything we. So such activities are inevitable to promote our efficiency.
    My friend and I decided to spend a Sunday on the bank of the Indus river. The idea of enjoying ripe mangoes on the bank of river attracted us so much that we finalized the program in no time. All of us were eager and excited. On the following Sunday, we started on our bikes towards the destination. The sky was overcast. The cool breeze was fanning our faces. We felt very happy and excited. It was simply a pleasant ride.
   When we reached the destination, we placed our things under a cool shady tree. We put on the life-jackets and jumped into the river. We felt very happy in the cool water of the river. Soon, it began to drizzle which added to our joy. It was a wonderful feeling of joy and pleasure. We spent some time in the water. Then we felt hungry and come out of the water. The ripe and sweet mangoes become our appetite. We enjoyed them to our fill.
­    After taking some rest, we again jumped into the river. We started the competition of swimming, diving, and rowing. We enjoyed ourerselves much. After some time, we decided to have lunch. We ate the roasted chicken and salad. After having lunch, we played cards for some time. We turned on the music player and sang songs. After some time, we felt tired and lay down on a mat to take a rest. Soon, we were fast sleep. In the evening, we woke up. We packed our luggage and got ready to return. Eventually, it began to rain heavily. The heavy rain obscured the dazzling and beautiful sight of the river. We rode home in the pouring rain of summer. This was really a wonderful day to be cherished in our memory.


                                                                                               By. Mr. Zeshan awan

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